It's nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home..
...you feel.. it.. i see..
...my unsleepy mind madness
..it is in you somewhere.. and somethimes you feel like a puppet without will.. it is stronger than you. and you are leashed to it..
..you could only learn how to live with it..
but somethimes it will brake through anyway..
and that moments are bitter sweet.. dangerously calling you more and more.. drowning you deeper and deeper..
there is no way out.. there is no gray.. only black or white.. if you chose gray.. black will swallow you slowly anyways..